O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my Dear, Till a'the seas gang dry. Till a'the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun: O I will love thee still, my Dear, While the sands o' life shall run.
Oh, my luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June. O, my luve is like the melodie, That's sweetly played in tune.Robert Burns
May the hinges of friendship never rust, or the wings of luve lose a feather.Edward ramsay
I ’ve wandered east, I ’ve wandered west,Through mony a weary way;But never, never can forgetThe luve o’ life’s young day!william motherwell
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